Submissive vs. Passive

Let’s be clear on something.  Submissive does not mean passive.  Submissive does not mean lazy.  You’ve been both.  When I get home all these business receipts better be filed and the data input into my expens database.  The better the job you do, the less time until I tie you up again.  You want me to give?  Expect to give just as much.

outdoor public spanking

Why do so many female doms demand tribute?  Don’t they realize that makes them cheap whores?  It’s sexual gratification for money.  You can’t split that hair any finer.

Anyways, what I really came to talk about was tonight.  My friend KL invited me to dine with her and her actor friends at the Frog & Firkin.  I showed up fashionably late.  There was a new girl, K.  She’s 19, she gets drunk on three glasses of vodka 7up, and she smiles a lot.  Anyways, several times she called me cruel, to which I just shrugged and said “tell me something I don’t know.”  At one point she threatened to throw a (non-ketchuped) french fry at me.  I told her if she did she’s be over my knee in a heartbeat.  She made all kinds of gumflapping noises about how she’d have to be carried out of the restaurant in a chair and how I intimidated her and blah blah blah blah blah.  Later, when I put her in her place again, she actually did throw the fry.  Loyal readers of my humble journal will know that was a Bad Move.  I didn’t get up immediately because she grabbed her chair and made all kinds of stuck pig squeals.  I told her I would wait.  Sooner or later she would let her guard down.  She went to and returned from the bathroom while hugging the wall.  A short while later she told me how much she loved my fedora and that she wanted to try it on.  I knew she would blindly crush it out of shape but I’m a generous guy so I held it about 6 inches off my head, turned towards her.  At first she tried to reach across the table.  Then she tried harder.  Finally she came
around the talbe, making comments about how serious I was.  As she reached for the hat I grabbed her wrist and turned her around.  I noticed immediately that her resistance was exactly what I thought it would be: token.  Stupid drunk that she was, she sat on my lap.  I lifted her up and placed her over my knee, being sure to put one hand on the back of her neck to keep her down and caressing her ass with the other.  More drunken blubbering and giggles from everyone around me.  I patted her rear a few times and asked the other girls at the table how many spankings she deserved for each …”infraction”.  (I said it in such a way that the … and the quotes were obvious.)  KL said three.  A, passive as ever, agreed under pressure.  J, the guy K had been sucking face with, didn’t seem to care either way.  All the while K squirmed on my thighs.  I couldn’t help but get semi hard.  I told everyone that K would get six swats for the two things I didn’t like: throwing food at me and wasting food.  K protested vigorously.  I pulled her head up by the hair and told her she should be glad I let her keep her pants on.  Someone suggested that I wouldn’t dare and I shut them up with just a look.  KL suggested that maybe public humiliation wasn’t the best thing to do.  I relented only because I knew we were going back to my house to play Wii on the 100″.  She got up, went back to her chair, and continued to drink.  By her 4th Vodka 7 she was pissed.  I mean waving all over, kissing anyone… at one point she stuck her tongue in my mouth and then said she didn’t know who I was.  All I could think was “it’s a good thing you’re not mine or I’d never let you drink alcohol again.”  We settled up the bill and started towards the liquor store because A, the russian, wanted more vodka to make screwdrivers.  K was so plastered that J offered to drive her home and the other two girls agreed it was a good idea.  I didn’t say anything but I was cheezed.  I wanted to get her home, tie her down, and fuck the shit out of her.  I spend I don’t know how much time around beautiful women who all want me as friends and I’m sick to death of it.  Here was my chance to get a hot piece of obviously-willing ass and make her beg for more.  J helped her towards the car.  As he went around the driver’s side to open the door, I grabbed K and bent her over the trunk.  I began to suspect she wasn’t as new-fallend-snow clean as she said because she assumed the proper position without a moment’s hesitation, even as shitfaced as she was.  Once again I patted her rump.  I gave her six medium hard smacks, three on either cheek, at a moderately fast pace, punishment style.  She blabbered some more.  I asked her if she knew why she was being punished.  Honestly, I was tipsy enough not to remember her words but I knew at the time she got it wrong.  I gave her a good 8 smacks.  KL even warned me the cops were driving by.  Like I cared.  They’re all about crime and punishment.  Besides, I was standing in between the cops and the girl on the hood, they wouldn’t be able to see anything.  Even drunk I’m always watching the angles.  In the end I gave her a total of 14 moderately good smacks through her jeans.  Then I held the car door open (mostly to make sure she didn’t scratch the paint on a nearby newspaper box) and got her into the car.  Then I walked KL and A back to my house.  Sadly, that’s where the fun stuff ends.  Now I’m sitting here at 01:01, I’m still a little woozy and God, how I wish I had K or A here.  One part of me would love to use and abuse them.  The other would just like to curl up naked in bed and spoon.  I think spooning is on the winning side.  (I can always whip her tomorrow).  One day soon I hope I have what I want: a small harem, a nice house, plenty of savings in the bank, and three or four ugly kids.  Anyways, I don’t have a nice way to wrap this up.  I thought it was just time I post another nice long true story for all of you out there in CM land.

You mileage may vary

Finally got to break in my new flogger.  Also got a chance to try some wax play.  …basically I went through the entire toy box and then found some pervertibles and went to town on H.  On the whole I’d say the spankings are getting better but I’m going to need a lot of practice to aim that flogger juuuuuust right.  Biggest surprise was spanking ta-ta-ta-tap SMACK was far less well received than SMACK ta-ta-ta-tap.

H’or d’oevres are on the table next to the rubber slut

I have this mental picture of you wearing a half-hood blindfold and a red ball gag.  Your arms are in a sleeve behind you.  You’re standing in a well lit corner of a room, held in place by a pedestal with a vibrator on the tip lodged deep inside you.  You whimper and try to keep quiet so as not to disturb.

Oh, did I forget to mention It’s at a cocktail party?

After the first hour I take you down and give you a chance to flex your jaw, rub your thighs and take a pee break.  As soon as you’re ready I bend you over the sink and insert a silver butt plug.  “Don’t worry if you start to make noise,” I reassure you.  “Nobody but me knows who you are.  They all think you’re just some total slut who’ll do anything for a good orgasm.  What do they know, eh?  Personally, I think you look gorgeous.  I worry if I smile any more my face is going to break.  Ok, back out we go!”

24/7 hard core no limit nerd slut

…would use her root password as her safeword.  That way she’d be even more reluctant to use it.

Play time

Stand in this corner.  See this candle?  *smack* Don’t look at me, look at the candle.  Now hold it in the corner with your chin.  I don’t think I need to tell you what trouble you’ll be in if you drop it and make me pick it up.  Grab your elbows behind your back.  While I’m lacing you up I want you to get a good look at that candle.  Smell it.  Imagine the heat radiating off of it in a darkened room.  How are you doing, are these too tight?  No, of course not.  Look at all that wiggle room you have!  That simply won’t do.  Tell you what:  I’m going to sit in my favorite chair.  If you can bring me that candle without letting it touch the floor I *might* be impressed enough not to drip the entire thing on every inch from your collar to your knees.  Either way you’re still going to get bent over my knee.  Now I fully admit, I’m not the world’s greatest spanker but I’m learning.  So you’re going to get a bit of everything:  fast strokes.  Slow strokes.  Soft strokes.  Hard strokes.  I’m going to make you moan.  I’m going to make you yelp.  I might even make you cry.  I’ll definitely remind you who’s in charge and what happens when you’re a brat.  Remember, how you were being a brat earlier and I said I was making a list?  Well it’s time to pay the piper, little lady.  Now let’s see you impress me.  I want to believe you can do it.

Do-it-yourself

Finally!  I have finished my rope flogger.
I got the design from The Better Built Bondage Book and then added a Turk’s Head knot at one end of the handle and unlaid all the tails.  It’s gone from 20 tails to 20*8*however many threads per strand (probably 10-15).  So with a minimum of 1600 super fine tails, it is both very soft and very thumpy.

Now I need to find a way to keep them from getting tangled all the time…

Blagosphere

I love working internationally on the blagosphere because, every once in a while, I get a chance to work on a big contract that requires me to fly around the world at the customer’s expense.  I just wish it happened more often in your city so I could come and visit…

… does it still count as tribute if you find a company that wants to hire me, thus requiring me to come to your town?  It doesn’t come out of your pocket so I would say ‘no, it doesn’t’.

A Death in the family

After 5 months of co-op living, my partner has passed away.

Yes, it’s true: the black moor psycho fish is no more.

Flags will not even be raised. Black armbands should cover both sleeves from shoulder to elbow. The national anthem will be replaced with an hour of silence, which itself will be replaced with five minutes of unrestrained wailing and hair pulling.

Mastercard

fifty feet of braided nylon rope: $4.
one stainless steel ring: $3.
ten inches of 7/8″ wooden dowel: $1.
one hour assembly time: $0.
20-tail rope flogger I made myself: priceless.

It’s a bit on the stingy side.  It should get more thumpy when I’ve unbraided the tails.